Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.